New Story! please read and review and tell me if my writing is crappy because I really don't want to do my otp injustice. Here we goooooo

Airport Blues

~ You never know what beginnings you'll find in departures ~

2200 hours: "Flight 653 to Republic City has been delayed. Please wait for further information." Korra draped her legs across the currently empty and extremely uncomfortable chairs in front of her gate. She closed her eyes and let her head hang backwards over the armrest. She wasn't too worried, Tenzin told her she wasn't expected to do any press conferences until the evening of the next day. She stretched, only to freeze midway when her stomach made a growling sound reminiscent of Naga's threatening snarl.

"I knew I should've eaten some sea prunes before leaving," she muttered, and leapt up to go find some disgusting airport food, leaving her parka and luggage next to her row of seats; not that it mattered since it appeared no one was willing to travel during the biggest storm of the year. Shocker.

Korra hummed, swinging a bag with noodles and a huge cup of soup; the tiny airport wasn't the greatest in terms of heating. She stopped short when she realised that her original seats had been filled by three men wearing matching orangey-red jackets. Feeling thoroughly annoyed that they had disregarded her luggage, 'which was now pushed off to the side, how dare they?!', Korra stomped over and set her bag down, roughly, on top of one of their duffel bags. If the soup started to leak onto spiky-haired guy's shoes, she didn't seem to notice.

"What in the he- hey lady, you can't just go around throwing your food on people!" Korra stood in front of him, hands on her hips.

"Well you can't just go around taking peoples' seats when they obviously put their stuff there!" Spiky-haired guy (that was his name in her head now, she couldn't help it) had the decency to look a little guilty. Only for a second though; he furrowed his eyebrows (they looked kind of like sharks) and tugged at the huge red scarf at his neck.

"Well maybe you stay with your luggage at all times, like they tell us every 20 minutes." Korra scoffed.

"I'm sorry that I don't feel like lugging around 40 pounds of shit every time I get hungry."

"Well you certainly look like you could! I mean- I – what – Anyways, I". Spiky-haired guy seemed at a loss for words, a blush crawling up his cheeks. Korra smirked a little, so he noticed her muscles? Before she could reply, one of the other guys sitting on her row jumped up and slung an arm over Spiky-haired guy.

"What my brother is awkwardly trying to say is that you're really hot and probably could beat him to a pulp." Korra giggled, taking in this new character, with his solitary curl and earth nation clothing peeking out from underneath the jacket that read… 'The Fire Ferrets. Oh my spirits!' Korra gasped and pointed at his jacket.

"You're a Fire Ferret! Wait, that means-" She turned to Spiky-haired guy and exclaimed, "You're one too?" Spiky-haired guy looked up from putting Earth guy in a headlock and grimaced.

"Great Bo, make friends with a freaky fangirl so that she stalks us all the way back to Republic City." 'Bo' pushed his arm off and fixed his hair, interrupting Korra before she could go all Avatar on his ass.

"And you obviously never look at the news, considering her face is plastered over every paper from here to Ba Sing Se. Geez Mako, you really suck at this detective thing." Korra closed her mouth and blushed. Mako stared at her for a few seconds before his face turned red.

"Oh no, you're the avatar and I'm an idiot." Korra sighed.

"Well it's not like I expected to stay anonymous." She laughed hollowly and picked up her luggage.

"I'm just… going to go sit over there." She huddled into a seat a few rows over and started slurping her noodles, lamenting at the cold soup that stuck to the bottom of the paper containers.

0035 hours: "Flight 653 to Republic City is currently delayed and will arrive at 1:30am. Please forgive our delays." Mako groaned. Bolin and he were supposed to meet Toza at 9am, looks like that wasn't going to happen. He lolled his head back, watching people slowly move through the airport upside down. His eyes roamed until they caught a flash of blue. Avatar Korra. He silently observed her, spread out along three chairs and skinny enough to fit underneath the armrests; a strange feat seeing how well-toned her muscles were. Mako found himself tracing her arm muscles as she lifted a book above her face, a look of confusion gracing her features. He blushed at his actions and forced his head back up. He nudged Bolin.

"Hey bro, I'm going to go get us some tea, make sure Hasook doesn't break his neck." He gestured to their third member, whose head was two inches from touching his knees. Bolin smirked.

"Yeah just don't get distracted by her Hotness over there." Mako narrowed his eyes at Bolin; he knew Bo didn't mean anything rude by it, he had been teasing Mako about his comment for the past two hours and apparently didn't mean to let up anytime soon.

"Keep your horny thoughts to yourself ok Bo? Or I won't get you a scone." He walked away, ignoring Bo's weak protests. As he passed the avatar's row, he swore he could feel her eyes burning into his back.

Stalking back to his row seats with a scowl on his face, Mako was too caught up in his own thoughts to realise that Korra's limbs were askew, her leg in a position that should've broken something. His foot caught on her fur boot and he went flying, his stomach getting impaled by the hard metal armrests. Korra jerked awake.

"Ohmyspirits! Are you okay?" She untangled herself and crawled over the seat where Mako was currently groaning while clutching his stomach. He threw her a look.

"I'm fine." He grabbed the bag of food she had graciously picked up and walked back to his seat, where Bolin had been watching.

"Well that's one way to flirt with a girl, am I right bro?" Mako rolled his eyes and shoved the bag in Bo's face to shut him up. He didn't dare to look back at Korra for another twenty minutes, but his cheeks were red and he swore she had lasers for eyes, the way his neck was burning.

0145 hours: "Flight 653 to Republic City is now approaching the gate. Please give us fifteen minutes to refuel and clean up the plane before we start boarding." Korra breathed a sigh of relief. As much as she was enjoying the way Mako seemed to turn bright red every time she even glanced his way after that tripping mishap, she really just wanted to go home and sleep in a real bed. She cracked her back, noticing Mako's eyes dart to her arms and away again. She grinned,

"See something you like, City boy?" This new nickname came about when Korra found out from Bolin – who was a very friendly person compared to his stoic older brother – that Bolin and Mako had lived in Republic City all their lives. Mako narrowed his eyes and looked away, not blushing for once. Korra had to give him props. She slowly gathered her stuff and threw away all of the snacks she'd accumulated. When the airline hostess finally called for boarding, she grabbed her boarding pass and ran up to the front on the line.

The plane was really small, small enough that it actually seemed to be getting full. Korra stretched in her seat, knowing she would get cramped during the flight. Suddenly there was a flurry of activity in the aisle and she caught whispered arguments from the group that stopped in front of her row. A person sat down with a thump in the seat next to her and Korra waited a few seconds before curiousity overcame her and she turned to see who was her rowmate for the next six hours. Golden eyes stared back at her and she couldn't hold back a giggle.

"So four hours in the waiting area wasn't enough Korra for you?" Mako glared at her and shoved his pack underneath the seat in front of him. Korra leaned back in her chair and grinned.

"I think you and I are going to be very good friends by the end of this flight, don't you agree?" Mako's quiet groan went unheard as the pilot started speaking.

"This is your captain for Flight 653. Thank you for your patience and I hope you all have a very nice flight into Republic City this evening."

I hope that wasn't too cheesy. Send me messages or prompts, I want to hear from you lot and I love writing about these beautiful idiots